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Paradise.

what are your feelings towards my dream

living of the grid somewhere in between

heaven cant create this endless stream

lifestyle like dancing naked under a tree

early morning catches a bird

both hands deeply digging through all the layers of the dirt

climbing those sharp edged rocks

mocking and cursing god, revealing the ultimate evil plot.

 

 

🌷(4)

◄ Fragmented.

State of faith. ►

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